The literary era since 1979

In June, the breeze swept across the large fields of peonies in the yard, and the entire sea of ​​flowers suddenly became turbulent.

While Gong Xing was packing his luggage to take to Hong Kong, he glanced at Fang Yan who was reading a newspaper.

I saw the smile on his face getting bigger and bigger, and I couldn't help but ask in surprise: "You are smiling so happily, is there any good news?"

"I guess so. The construction of Fangzhuang has started." Fang Yan stood up.

"Really? Let me see it!"

Gong Xing stopped what he was doing excitedly.

Fangyan handed over the newspaper. He originally wanted to find some official news on the "May 19 Incident", but he didn't expect to see more valuable news. After all, in those days, there were no so-called mansions and villas in Yanjing, and the courtyard house was not a symbol of "wealth or nobility".

Fangzhuang was the most modern and largest residential area in Yanjing at that time.

It was also a veritable "rich area" in the 1980s, 1990s and 2000s. Being able to live in Fangzhuang was once a reflection of one's identity and status.

“Once it’s built, can we move in?”

Gong Xing's eyes suddenly lit up.

Fangyan said in a joking tone: "Do you really want to live in a small Western-style building?"

Gong Xing pursed his lips and said, "Well, it's not that there's anything wrong with living in a courtyard house. It's just that residential buildings will make our future lives more convenient and comfortable. At least we don't have to go to public toilets or empty urinals..."

Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he thought of the scene of the two of them taking turns to empty the urinal:
"That's right. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, it's time to completely solve the latter two."

"It is said that office buildings, hotels, and commercial buildings will be built near Fangzhuang in the future, right?"

Gong Xing blinked.

"And we need to build it into a window to the outside world for Yanjing and even China."

Fang Yan nodded. As early as last year when the property was launched, Han Yuemin and himself had already bought several units.

If they weren't worried about being too conspicuous, they would have stopped while they were ahead. Otherwise, they would have bought the entire house.

Gong Xing said happily in his heart: "No, I have to tell this good news to my mother and sister quickly, especially my sister. After the baby is born, maybe before the baby is even one year old, we can move in!" Then he picked up the newspaper and went to the main room to make a phone call.

"You look so happy."

Fang Yan crossed his legs and said, "It's just Fangzhuang. When we find a good house in a good location in the future, we will move there immediately."

Gong Xing rolled his eyes and smiled, saying that he was a full man who did not know the hunger of a hungry man. His elder brother and sister-in-law were now in Shanghai, living in the "Yuanyang Building", a transitional house for newlyweds. A residential building like Fangzhuang was already their ultimate dream in this life.

"Tell my brother not to worry. I think the Shanghai market will be close soon."

Fang Yan said, "When the time comes, let's go south to visit the old couple and buy them a house to live in during their retirement. What do you think?"

Gong Xing's eyes lit up instantly, "You said it, don't go back on your word!"

"When have I ever said something that didn't count?"

Fang Yan pinched her chin and said, "Hurry up and pack your luggage. When we get to Hong Kong, I'll take you to see our house there. It's different from the single-family house you lived in in the United States. It's not inferior to Fangzhuang at all."

Gong Xing was surprised and delighted, especially when she heard that she, the hostess, would be responsible for the design and decoration herself, her eyes were full of anticipation.

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Hong Kong, Kowloon Tong.

At this time, night fell. Wang Jing got out of the taxi, came to Wang Tianlin's house full of doubts, and rang the doorbell.

However, what was even more unexpected was that the person who opened the door was not his mother, but Du Qifeng, the apprentice his father accepted when filming the 83 TV series The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

"Du Sir, why are you here too?"

"Hen, Master called me to come, so I came."

"Then do you know what it is?"

"I only arrived ten minutes earlier than you. Master said he would talk to you after you arrived."

Du Qifeng urged Wang Jing to change his shoes and go into the house, and then went straight to the living room.

Wang Jing said impatiently: "Dad, you called us here so urgently, is there something big going on?" "Of course it's a big thing, and it's a good thing, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of you two."

Wang Tianlin pointed at the sofa and motioned for them to sit down.

Du Qifeng and Wang Jing looked at each other, and they heard him say, "Have you ever heard of Fang Yan, Fang Sheng's name?"

Wang Jing said, "Dad, is this Mr. Fang who won the Pulitzer Prize for History in the news a few days ago?"

"it's him!"

Wang Tianlin revealed, "You should have heard some rumors in the company recently, saying that Liu Ye and Mrs. Fang personally asked Mr. Fang to write a script for Shaw Brothers, right?"

Wang Jing said, "It's not just Shaw Brothers, I also heard that Boss Zou and Mr. He asked him to write scripts for Cheng Long?"

Du Qifeng nodded repeatedly, "These two pieces of gossip have been around for several months, but they have never been confirmed, and we don't know whether they are true or not." He looked embarrassed, "We dare not guess or ask randomly, Master, is the news true?"

"Soon, Fang Sheng will take this script with him and head south to Hong Kong."

Wang Tianlin agreed, "When the time comes, Shaw Brothers will resume production on this film. Now's your chance!"

Wang Jing and Du Qifeng suddenly realized what this meant. Their breathing became rapid and their minds went blank with excitement.

Wang Tianlin said succinctly that Run Run Shaw and Fang Yihua asked them, the old servants of Shaw Brothers and TVB, to recommend capable talents for selection and then form a reliable crew. After all, Fang Yan's script was related to the life and death of the entire Shaw Brothers Film Company.

He looked at Wang Jing on the left and Du Qifeng on the right, "I recommend you two to Fang Tai because I recommend you two to me."

"No, no, no, I'd better help Jingzi."

Du Qifeng declined repeatedly. Compared with Wang Jing, who had already made a name for himself in Shaw Brothers and even in the Hong Kong film industry, he really had no achievements to show for himself. The only movie he had ever made, "The Deadly Gold in the Cold Mountain and Clear Water", was a traditional martial arts film that flopped at the box office.

Otherwise, he would not have returned to TVB in frustration and filmed TV series under Wang Tianlin.

"Boss, please don't say that."

Although Wang Jing said this, his burning eyes had already betrayed him.

"You two should stop pushing each other around for now. Whether you can be selected depends on the attitudes of Fang Sheng and Sixth Master."

Wang Tianlin said in a serious tone.

"Master, do you know what type of script Fang Sheng is?"

Du Qifeng asked with some concern: "Is it an art film like 'That Mountain, That Man, That Dog'?"

Wang Jing let out a cry, his face full of embarrassment, because what he was worst at was making art films.

"Ah, what? It's not an art film. According to Mrs. Fang, it will be a unique comedy."

Wang Tianlin glared at his son unhappily.

"Great!"

Wang Jing clapped his hands and said, "I can't make anything else but comedies!"

Du Qifeng's heart skipped a beat, and he was surprised and suspicious: "A great writer like Fang Sheng can actually write a comedy script?"

Wang Tianlin said: "What's so strange about this? Given the current situation of Shaw Brothers, how can we expect art films to save it?"

"Yeah, yeah, Dad is right, don't keep talking about art, talking about art is fake, making movies is all about making a lot of money!"

Wang Jing rubbed his hands excitedly.

However, Du Qifeng could never believe that a world-renowned writer like Fang Yan would write vulgar comedy scripts about Hong Kong shit, piss and fart.

But then I thought, if a script written in dialect could be made into a movie, it would most likely become famous, and my heart couldn't help but get excited.

The three of them drank tea and chatted. At the end of the conversation, Wang Tianlin said solemnly:

"That's all I have to say. You two should prepare yourself well and don't embarrass me when the time comes."

"Don't worry, Dad!"

Wang Jing grinned, his heart surging, and he was obviously determined to get Fang Yan's script. (End of this chapter)